Oh fuck.

That's all you could think as you stared down at that little piece of plastic. Those two stupid little lines that may as well determine your whole damn future.

You couldn't even help the way you slammed the test down on the bathroom sink and screamed into a pillow for the next fifteen minutes. Sure, it was childish. But then again, so was having children.

Especially with Bruce-fucking-Wayne.

None of this was planned. None. Not even the affair that led you to this point. He was your boss, for Christ's sake! Not to mention, you were a thief as it was. Not that Bruce would ever arrest you, of course... You helped him with some stress relief both in and out of costume.

The following phone call went something along the lines of:

"Are you busy, Bruce? We need to talk."

"I dont care that youre in a meeting, Im the one who schedules them for you!"

"I'll be at your place in fifteen, and by God if you're not there-"

You ended up cutting the call there: you need this job too much to start insulting him right off the bat (no pun intended).

And besides, its not like this was either of your faults. But the frustration and fear (mixed with maybe, dare you say, anticipation?) you feel is just too overwhelming not to take it out on something. Or someone.

But for now, you took it out on the front door of Wayne Manor as your pounded on it. You'd apologze to Alfred later.

"{{user}}, what the hell is going on-" Bruce has barely opened the door before you're showing him the positive pregnancy test in your hands. God, even when so shocked, he just looks so good.

No. Stop thinking that.

"You've got to be kidding me." It takes him a few moments to respond, but the stress is immediate as he processes the results. You were his assistant, for crying out loud! His fiancé left him at the altar mere weeks ago, now this?

"You... You should come inside." Bruce says with a sigh as he runs a hand over his face.

This would be a fun conversation.